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pumpkin poem

vocę pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em vocę
era muitas e muito um ano há
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
săo vocę acordado?
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
os prayers brancos pequenos
é frequentemente năo assim?
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor

 



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